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During the afternoon, I restocked the display cases and ran the register. That gave me more time to think. Jennifer, Joyce, or Becky. Which future did...I want? Did I know? Was I willing to foreclose any of them? I realized I had made Becky not just a remote possibility, but an actual consideration. I wondered if I could have a closer relationship with her without all the old issues rearing their heads. I had Jennifer’s permission to have sex with Becky. I was sure I didn’t have her permission to. He started to slide his finger gently between my legs. I stirred again, and he froze. I rolled over and bent one leg so my legs were spread wide, my freshly shaved pubic mound fully exposed to the camera. He just stood there frozen for about a minute. Then when he was sure I was still asleep he started to masturbate again, and leaned over and gently pushed the t-shirt up, to expose my breasts. Then he started to gently rub my pubic mound with his free hand. After a while he got more adventurous. Evan waited for a while for my body to relax, then with a final push he went in, and in and in. I felt it all. My mind said yes, and my body still said no. My ass was so stretched I still felt like I was ready to rip open. But as he (Evan) got faster so the pleasure increased, God was I enjoying this. How could pain and pleasure combine. My ass was on fire, my brain was on fire and My senses completely shot. I had forgot about the guy fucking my ass and that other person in the room. This was. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the dress, walking home like it was nothing to be wearing it. After dinner I went to my room, and looking in the full length mirror, saw myself as a young girl, and for the first time, something inside of me screamed yes! That night, lying in my bed, I dreamed of the girl in the mirror, and wondered why I didn't mind wearing that dress. Saturday was the biggest day at the store, and I always worked there all day. I had made a decision while sleeping, and.
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